the cold wind is

damp on my face

i shiver but

delight in its touch

it blows the hair

off from my brow

dark'ning clouds

ramble on above

i cannot see

where i am going

i see only

the coming gall

the prickly rain

that pierced my skin

were cold-edged pins

puncturing my nerves

with a rude onslaught

that drove me home


by Frederick Kesner

Comments (2)

articulate! and definitely reminds us that we should always look at the bright side of any aspect
A very good descripsion of bad weather made me feel i was there REGARD'S AJS